"Boss, exactly how many eggs are you planning to slaughter? At this rate, your own eggs might end up cracked next."
"Keep that mouth running and I'll ensure you never use it to eat a single damn thing again," Raymond hissed.
His patience had officially evaporated. In the corner of the kitchen, Enzo instantly froze, nodding stiffly like a soldier facing a firing squad. Raymond let out a heavy, ragged exhale to rein in his soaring temper. On the counter, the tablet remained propped up against the wall, displaying his private chef's face on the screen, looking entirely drained by the sheer absurdity of the situation.
"Sir, if I may," the chef's voice crackled through the speaker, tentative. "Since you are refusing my direct instructions, perhaps it would be wiser to let Mr. Enzo provide a quick tactical demonstration. Not to relieve you of your post, sir. But merely to show how to fracture an eggshell without completely obliterating the target."
